tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018920095671380332011-05-24T17:51:13.155-07:00Eva D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868186135694470924noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501892009567138033.post-33443942227234681052011-03-02T18:16:00.000-08:002011-03-02T18:46:31.278-08:00Oh, coffee, how I love thee --<br /><br />You make it possible for me to stay awake when I really should be traversing the archipelago of dreams. You aid me in completing reading assignments for five different literature classes, and you assist me greatly in writing papers. Without you, I wouldn't be able to stay awake in class and participate after staying up for 36 hours. Were you a man, I would marry you.<br /><br />It really doesn't matter that you make me crash every so often, when you suddenly cease to block my adenosine receptors and all those built up neurotransmitters completely overwhelm me and render me unconscious. I don't care that you frequently give me the jitters so badly that I cannot hold a pencil in my hand properly. I forgive you, coffee, and it's alright. Nobody is perfect, and no relationship is perfect. I accept you wholeheartedly in spite of your flaws.<br /><br />I can't wait until our next rendezvous. Will it be in a few hours, or early tomorrow morning?<br />Whenever it is, you are in my thoughts. It's hard to forget you, as not having you with me frequently causes severe headaches. Once again, I love you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhb0gycbeW1qhtl9zo1_400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhb0gycbeW1qhtl9zo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501892009567138033-3344394222723468105?l=sourantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eva D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868186135694470924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501892009567138033.post-35653143718468789702011-03-02T18:05:00.000-08:002011-03-02T18:11:03.269-08:00They say three is the magic number, right? Well, here I go again: me vs. blogworld. I deleted my last two web logs, so hopefully this one will survive. The prospect looks grim, but oh well. I fail at keeping a diary, and my calendar misses a whole bunch of days. I guess it's not really necessary to keep track of one's doings, but I like the exercise. Helps keep the memory sharp, sort of immortalizes good memories...y'know?<br /><br />I'm at work right now, pretending to work and suffering a deadly bout of boredom. I love my job, but I'm human. Sometimes it gets to me. Besides, I have a 40+ hour work week, and I'm a student. Some dawdling about has to be excused, right?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501892009567138033-3565314371846878970?l=sourantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eva D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868186135694470924noreply@blogger.com0